Cheeks stinging, wind north, nor'west,Lungs bursting wind to bowside,Sails taut from seawind, a hell of a rideWhat a bliss, what comfort,Onwad we strive!Don't give up, for victory's at hand,Steady as she goes, better watch that sand, There 'll be wild delight,Back home tonight,As we pour our vessel to this land,Where we have taken our proud standAnd tell those damned Parisians,That from our purpose we won't sway,Brittany is back, and it's here to stay!